The Tea Thief: Who Really Did it
My favorite commercials right now are the Jaguar Good To Be Bad villain advertisements. I am completely charmed by them. Although, I would seriously like to see Jeremy Irons in one, as well as Michael Ironside. I know he’s not British (he’s Canadien), but wouldn’t that be a fantastic commercial to see, a North American villain against a British villain? (Big hint there Jaguar!) And he’s SUCH a wonderful bad guy! What does this have to do with today’s post though?
Well, I have a bit of fun for you today, inspired by Tornado actually. I was having my morning cup of tea when I had to get up and attend Miss DriesMore (remember her? she arrived 2 days ago). On my way to help her, Tornado passed by me on his way to the table. I had a sneaking suspicion that all was not well in Denmark at the time, so I turned around and crept quietly back to the dining room, making sure Tornado did not see me. I watched as he climbed up in the chair I had recently vacated and proceeded to look around to see if he was being watched. He didn’t see me, thankfully. He then snatched my cup from it’s place on the table and put it to his lips only to pull it away and peer inside. It was empty. His face went from chagrin to admiration to sly rumination. You could almost literally see the cogs turning in his brain. I don’t know what he has planned for me later, but you can bet this is not the last time I will catch him trying to steal my tea. It brought to mind Dr. Evil from Austin Powers, as well as the Jaguar commercials. And I was inspired. So I have a poem for you today along with some pics of some fantastic baddies! And, really, who doesn’t like a good villain?
Have a GREAT Thursday!
P.S. And those of you going to see Mockingjay tonight, no spoilers! I have to wait to see it.
How Villains Are Made (It’s All About the Tea)
By Jessica Scott
The unattended cup within easy reach,
Vulnerable to the evil forces
That lurk just beyond the table’s edge.
He waits, and watches,
Patient as the trees outside the window,
Until he sees his waiting come to fruition,
As the cup sits silent and calm, and alone.
And snatches the handle before the cup
Can squeak a protest
To alert me to the crime in progress.
Yet, unbeknownst to the dastardly villain,
I have watched the entire scene
And have to smile as he looks into the cup
And realizes that someone has been there before him…
…And drank every last drop.
To snatch away the creamy, golden prize,
Crosses his face as he acknowledges his defeat.
And you can hear the words in the air:
“Until next we meet, my Friend.”
Until next we meet.
Hidden away I smile in anticipation.
Oh, yes. It’s good to be bad.